Thank you to everyone who has read this, it's the last chapter and has given me trouble for months!
I hope to have a new story up soon and I'm thinking the new season is going to be helping. I am sad this is the end. :,(
Sookie sighed, she realized it was going to a long day. The actuality of the day meant her waiting around to babysit Eric that night. Honestly you'd think that she was a magnet for Vampire trouble. Yes with capital V. Godric had tried to explain to her that he sought her out half naked with no memory because of the maternal feeling she gave of for being his creator's mate. She thought it was BULLSHIT. Capital letters screaming around her brain nonstop. Maternal her little left toe, part of her thought he was faking just to see how she'd react. Tara oh so nicely let the comment slip about her sharing with both he and Godric. Bad idea since he kept leering at her every chance he got. Creepy Viking bastard, even though like this he was sweet and almost boyish. All polite manners and pie. If she ever met the girl who would break his heart….oh lord she was going all motherly.
Five hours later Sookie had changed her mind. This was after Eric tried to eat her because a dream Godric told him it was an alright idea. No thank you, Miss Sookie Stackhouse was not going to be a midnight snack for amnesic vampires-r-us. Or melting face zombies like Pam and now they asked if she could go read Glinda the idiot witch of Shreveport's mind. Well damn things she'll apparently do for love and family. Maybe it'd be better than looking into Jason's mind of late, which was full of were-panthers, breeding programs and feuds. And nasty thought about lil' Jessica. Sookie never wanted to even think of the possibilities of that copulation; she had the vampire market down thank you very much greedy big brother!
He watched her walk into the witch's store. He listened as she started telling his little fae queen a message from her beloved Gran. Watched as the younger tugged her hand back and fled the earthen scented shop. He opened his arms as she came running to him, breathed in her scent of sun and lighting. He rocked her as she told him in shuddering grasp that Gran had told her to run. This Marnie was a danger; he could feel in his bones and creeping under his flesh. This vessel was quickly becoming a large source of annoyance. Not only had it directly harmed his child but it attacked his grandchild. As petty and prone to fits of childishness Pam was, she never the less endeared herself to him. If only for the ability to fill a void in Eric life.
The presence he felt running wild through the older woman was familiar. A reflection of the past growing stronger each day. Something that haunted him from a time he went to ground. He never believed in the mechanics of the church and the Inquisition was something that disgusted him. Another form of slavery meant to cull the masses and bend the ignorant to whims of a failing government. He had already lived through a millennium of that same idea. It was looking as though a war was going to be started far sooner than he had wished.
Godric was Death after all. Nothing was truly immortal. Gods did die, thoughts passed quickly into the air and he held no hopes for his own mortality. It was sheer luck, survival of the fittest and parentage that had got him this far. But he would damned more than he already was if some trite little grudge was going to rob him of his well deserved happiness. In his love's blunt words; fuck that. Everyone still deserved those simple wishes in the deepest of hearts.
The visions played out. Haunting and twisted, everything burning and deep mournful eyes dripping tears of red remorse. Weeping for all the tiny hopes and dreams lost in the sea of despair shifting in front of his eyes. Sookie stood with in the midst of this chaos. Silently watching as he desperately made unrewarded tries for her. She only turned head in answer to his pleas and stepped forward into black depths that wanted to claim her. Pale long arms reached heaved the attached body unto the shore of her lone refuge. The tall powerful body that followed towered over the delicate creature in a pale dress already stained with Godric's many sins. Famine starved eyes bore into her cornflower irises and a red ruby mouth bent next to shell of an ear. It whispered secrets and promises that he remembered from when the dropped from his own harlequin lips. Promises to be a father, brother and lover. An equal unparallel to anything she felt before. Secrets telling of how to calm the tide of voices rushing into her head at all times.
He howled, beat his fists into the unforgiving ground and shredded his skin with his clawed fingers. Watched as she melted into his child's arms and a proud smile worthy of a conquerors' raping of a virgin land. He ground his teeth and bit through his lip as she pulled Eric's mouth to her sun kissed throat, shuddering a he traced her pulse with a ravenous tongue.
He dove into the murky depth of nothing and surfaced to witness the end of the begging. His soul being tarnished by a power mad witch known as Queen Mab. The queen of every pain and soiled moment of the world. The one who created him, who put him on this earth to exact her every whim and desire. He had failed her; created his own rules and played his own game. This was his punishment. The Lady was not pleased and let her wrath be known. He felt the cold hands twist around his, felt the grasp of the thousands of troubled souls he took. As he sank down his vision focused on the mangled body of a once pristine form. Her dead eyes glassy and reflecting his final failure.
Godric tore himself from the hideaway under Sookie's house. He surprised her in the kitchen, she had split her sweet tea on the floor when she heard his cry and felt him next to her in an imitation of the breeze blowing her curtains. She sighed as he held her, though she noticed his tremble. He gripped her face and turned it towards his. Her blood sang as his mouth devoured hers.
Neither noticed Eric forlornly watching from the shadows. His fists clenching. Wishing and not understanding what he desperately longed for. Another shadow leached outside, peeking around corners. Blue paths traced high cheek bones and feathers danced in ebony hair. A queen was coming over for tea and to add more feathers from a fragile bird to her collection.
Well that's it, hopefully I ended this well and yes there is going to be a sequel. Huzzah, I hope! This is a AU timeline, so who knows what other odd little stories I'll come up with. I am debating about making the Mab story in to a series of one shots. Let me know what you'd like.